【 Kindness Corrupted 】【 PK 】

[Dinochad 453]

【 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼  𝓒𝓸𝓻𝓻𝓾𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓭 】

 

 

 

Kindness. That is what she swore by time and time again. If one was kind they would only receive kind things. Even as a little girl, she believed if she was nice and treated others with her best intentions, then she would be forever happy. Such was merely a childlike view on what was really a unkind world that was riddled with lies, cheats and pain. She soon learned this but much too late. Even still, in her last moments the beauty thought if she smiled through it, Godan.. no, the world would be better. Even with such thoughts as she was held in a dark place, she let her mind wander. What life would have been like if she had seen it for what it really was. And how her life panned out because of her naïve views. She started thinking of when it all started, her youth.

 

 

Youth, it was a pleasant time for the dear Vasilia. She was loved by a big family. She had four siblings that she cherished in her heart, Vladrik, Emelya, Viktoriya, and Nikolai.  The closest to her was her eldest brother Vladrik. When they were younger they were often seen throwing their beloved beets at people, and were inseparable. So close indeed that he was her comfort, her home. Even when her father would scold her for things, Vladrik was there to get into trouble with her all over again. It was the fun times she would long to return to. This bond shrunk however, when news of the dear Jan Otto Kortrevich's mauling was heard. Their beloved father was dead, he was there before and then not. Even this didn't wake up Vasilia's childlike thoughts. She continued to be kind, even as she struggled to eat. The food never tasted the same, and nothing felt as bright. Everything was dull and soon she found herself growing closer with one of her eldest sisters, Emelya. Vasi's mother was distant and didn't care much for her daughters struggle, but Emelya helped her sister get through the depression, she helped her distract herself with goofy ideas and pamphlets. One noteworthy was the cute pamphlet made by the two about Kindness, they named themselves the Daughters of Haense and spread them around. It could be seen as a Childs ignorance to the painful world, but it was a bright light in dark times for the young girls.  And so Vasilia continued to grow. 

 

Near her young adult years, Vasilia grew much closer with her youngest brother, Nikolai. He hadn't been one she focused o most of their youth, but she rekindled the bond. They grew close, closer than she had been with Vladrik. Nikolai was her new comfort, her borsa. She came to him when she needed him and shared time with him when she needed the warmth of family. Nikolai grew much faster than she had mentally. Even in her early twenties she still believed kindness was the only way, and killing was wrong. Second chances existed. Nikolai had learned that this was not true and many times scolded his sestra on such, but to no avail. She loved and continued to spread such, even when it ended with her getting hurt. 

 

One of such noteworthy accounts was her small time with the late Johann Ludovar. Vasilia truly loved him. She had been arranged to marry his brother, but found herself falling for the eldest sons charms. She organized such and began to court him, and even shared the love not only to him, but to his two lovely daughters, Adele and Amicia. She loved them all deeply, and in her heart began to picture them as a large family. She was too naïve still, and made many mistakes. She broke Johann's' trust many times by mistake and risked the girls life on a trip she thought was completely safe. Her childlike actions made her unqualified to be the lead of the Ludovar family, and Johann had to put an end to their relationship. Even in the end, she still loved him dearly and always considered him her true love.

 

It wasn't until the beautiful Kortrevich reached her thirties that she had truly gauged how cruel the world could be. She hadn't found another love, and struggled to make friends with the other noble ladies. She felt she was disappointing her family more and more, and finally she broke and made a mistake. She fell in love with a commoner, a simple farm boy. He would be her biggest mistake. She was blinded in what she thought was the acceptance of love, he said she was perfect and that she didn't need to change. She needed that, no one ever said such and under the pressure to change her ways she instead chose to escape, and escape she did. She fled to live on his farm, on the outskirts of the large Oren empire. They were happy, for a time. She found herself pregnant and the world finally made sense, she wanted to raise her children in safety and comfort. To be as they wished. Just as she wished, two beautiful sons entered the world. Kaleb Joseph Kort and Jan Nikolai Kort. They were her everything, life was happy and full of reason! 

 

All that happiness crashed down, when her beloved cheated on her and threw a fit when she was upset of such. She sent for her brother for help and was taken home. And a brief argument befell the Kortreviches and her beloved. Her children were taken and her love had hit her and blamed her for it all. Many things went down, and in the end the rightful parent won, Vasilia had her two sons again and she would raise them without the influence of their cheating father. She thought distance was enough, but her soul took a beating one day when she witnessed his trial, and his hanging. She still loved him deeply, and witnessing his demise because of her broke her deeply inside. She cried often, staying in her room in Jerovitz. She raised her boys by herself, hoping they'd earn the full Kortrevich name, preying they wouldn't only be bastards for the rest of their lives. She was happy and loved them, but deep down she was tattered, her ideals of kindness were always wrong. Kindness was something one would be lucky to have. The world wasn't meant to be kind, people were meant to struggle. 

 

Even still, she kept a happy demeanor for her darling boys, and paraded them around, helped them make friends. Jan flourished in Haense and made many friends, Kaleb was more secluded. She never really thought much of it, until one day he vanished. All her happiness and hope drained. The ladies days of enjoying her life crippled down to frantic searching everyday. She searched and searched until her beauty was worn down. She was weak and thin, not taking care of herself and being a shell of a human. She needed her boy to be okay, and she didn't know if he was alive or dead. 

And so did her searching bring her to her end. She asked the wrong people and was taken somewhere so dark. She was terrified, but in her heart she just pictured resting in the seven skies and watching her family, watching her sons. She could be freed of her weak body and be able to see them grow old. So in her last moments she did not fear death, she instead smiled in the face of it, forgiving whoever was doing this to her, and accepting them with a loving heart. She wasn't going to be hateful, not when happiness was a breath away. And with such a smile, her life was ended in the dark rather than the bright lights of the world above.

 

News would be spread, a lock of her brunette hair was sent to Jerovitz, inside a note, one that read: 

 

"Lady Vasilia passed a grim demise. Her pointless life had been freed from it's chains. Her death has served for something far greater than herself, in paradise again she joins you. "

 

Spoiler

I LOVED playing Vasilia, but recently her story was ready to end and I did not wish to drag it out! I thank everyone that had a big part of her story. I love the Kortreviches so much and am so grateful to Marb and Juli for allowing me to play their kid! And grateful to Phersades and Koraito for making my list time playing Vasilia so enjoyful! I love you guys so much!! 
Anyway here's some art and fun from Vasi's life: 

 

 

 

( By CaffinatedCrow )

 

( Gonna call Gus out here ) 

 

( Vasi and Vladrik <3 )

 

 

 

[Maclunkey 453]

A twisted and hungering creature worked to peel away the flesh which clung to Vasilia's now severed head. Once done, it added that polished skull to its collection alongside the countless others.

[Taketheshot 3834]

The Duke of Azor pursed his lips as he read of the girls passing, although they had not spoken in some years he always harbored a degree of respect and care for the young girl who had come to him one day many years prior, simply seeking help. "Rest easy...Vasi... you deserve it.. You went through so very much." The man shed a few tears tucking the letter into his coat pocket as he paced, remembering their conversations long since passed, and her desire for peace. 

[1_Language_1 1671]

     Grigoryi var Ruthern began to cry relentlessly when he heard the news. He did not understand why he was crying, for he could not remember how dearly he loved spending time with his cousin Vasilia. The Ruthern, disheveled, buried his head in his hands for hours on end; praying to Godan that He would restore the amnesiac's memories of her.

[Lmcfc 438]

Johanna ludovar would be shocked once she heard the news. She knew vasila was ill and sick. But she did not know she was going to die. Now she walks to her room Her keep. Locking herself in with her grief

[ScoutTheWitch 357]

Dame Emelya Eloise Kortrevich let out a sorrowful sigh in her Jerovitz bedroom, gazing out the window. On her desk, covered in dust and nearly fully faded from the paper was the some thirty year old flyer she had made with Vasilia, "At least vyr pain is over now and vy can rest..." And so the overly stoic Dame blinked away the tears that formed in her eyes and gently set the flyer between two silk sheets and returned it between the pages of a book on etiquette to keep it pressed, setting it on her shelf to rest.

[tcs_tonsils_ 2829]

Borris Iver Kortrevich sat in his room, watching as the snow fell from behind the protection of the window. He was not a stranger to the pitfalls of his cousin, nor bewildered by the hurt and pain that each one of them had wrought. The meanderings of a little poet, too young and broken to make sense of it all. He wrote:

“Nothing remains for all shall fall into ruin.
Just as the sun disappears behind the sea, so too shall you disappear under the earth.”

 

A the first words of a little kid, now grown to be a man. One that took those first words, and woven them into something new, something better, something brighter. He let the letter fall from his fingertips as he eyes well- welled to the point that they overflowed. He was not stranger to the hurt, but he was also akin to the love. 
 

“Dravi, Vasi” 

 

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Iulius Vernhart mulled over the news. It was a generation slowly dwindling to nothingness. Who shall be left in the wake of death? How many of his friends and acquaintances shall he survive? “Who am left?” He man asked under his breath, watching his son eat a loft of bread. “Surely not many”

[beetle 2757]

The Viscountess-Regent sat in her office, staring down at her paperwork. She didn't know what do. Usually, she would've gone to her husband for advice, to cry on his shoulder. But how could she do that if he was in a coma?

 

She was tired of the unfairness that the universe was sending her. She was tired of the constant whispers about her family when she walked through the streets. She was tired of waiting. She was tired of everything. 

 

So, Esmée got up from her seat and walked over to the window. All she could do was scream into the void, hoping everything would just stop.

[CopOwl 1668]

The Countess, laboured with pregnancy once more, blinks away sobbing tears when she hears of the news from a passing servant that had visited the Kortrevich keep. "First Papej, now vy, Vasi-?" After Vasilia had ran away from Haense when Adele was younger, she had grown less attached to the Kortrevich; even spiteful with her for abandoning her without a mother again. 

But disputes aren't what matters anymore, because now Vasi is dead, and they couldn't rekindle their bond before the end...

 

"So soon..." She tearfully whispers.

[DearConnorMurphy 189]

It took a little longer for the news to reach Sedan, where Amicia de Joannes sat on the balcony, her children playing in her view. Though she had not seen Vasilia lately, the woman was always in her thoughts. Growing up without a mother was hard on the Ludovar girls and thus they drew themselves to the first woman presented as their new mother: Vasilia Kortrevich.

 

Unlike her sister, the woman had never resented Vasilia. She knew why Vasilia had left Haense,that Amicia understood. The Princess had gained a new point of view as a mother and had, over time, reflected on Vasi's actions. Amicia understood both her fathers worry and Vasilia's wanting to do everything right by the children. 

 

As one of the servants opened the doors leading to the balcony, the Princess of Sedan turned to look at him. She took the letter from him, opening it curiously. There, watching her own children play, she learned of the passing of what she would have considered the motherfigure in her childhood. Amicia's eyes filled with tears as her heart filled with sorrow. She wished she was able to spend more time with Vasilia, to tell her truely what she had meant for her. To help her sister reconnect with the Kortrevich, her children to meet her proper. Now, that was all lost. 

The only thing Amicia wished for now, was that Vasilia was finally at peace. 

[zuziee 3219]

A woman turned bitter from the world around her watered her roses. As simple memories past through her mind, she couldn’t help but think about the teenager who charmed those orcs and rescued them both. 

[crazedpudding 2119]

Eleanora Amador watched on in horror from the Seven Skies. The little girl she had assured and nurtured for so many years of her childhood was gone. 

[Phersades 1164]

"Ea promise from now on ea will be there for vy?"

The fifteen-year-old Nikolai didn't believe this statement, but he did not have much of a choice left. Vladrik and him were so far apart in their understanding that they only got around by arguing, and his sister Emelya only grew more insensitive the longer she trained with the knights.. All he had now was Vasilia. So he hugged her, and accepted this promise even at face value. 

Nikolai loved his sister, as he did all of his siblings the older he grew.. But vasilia was different because to him, even though he was the youngest Kortrevich, he felt as if he was the oldest by how he took care of things. Vasilia found herself in trouble often, whether it be her views or actions, she always found herself garnering looks or thoughts that would be relayed back to the viscount.. or in the company of morally lesser people. As tiring as it was in the midst of his own hectic life, he did his best to mediate it, to talk to her, to put his life out on the line for her. That was what brothers were supposed to do, so that, no matter how he felt over one situation or another, was what he was to do.

In the end, despite his cruel words and harsh lessons, it was true that Vasilia and him were the closest. As things settled down, he never really got the chance to tell her he was proud of her.. How she evolved when she had her sons, or how caring of a mother she was.

The Viscount now laid in bed, still besides the rise and fall of his chest as his body recovered from his attack. He was unaware completely of his youngest sisters death, and of the fact his eldest brother was now bedridden, death making its way to him as well. In the Aviary sat his sisters last words to him, something about going to look for her son. That letter would remain unread for however long it took, a sad thought for the man to eventually awaken to.